All three of my boys went through various levels of picky eating, food favorites and meal shunning.
I expected that Ryan(10) would be the most discerning. It is just his personality to be suspicious of anything. As a toddler he was food-opinionated, but as he has grown he has surprised me with his willingness to try new things and often like them.
Reid(7) went through some phases of food preferences, but those preferences were traditionally kid-type foods. It never was anything unexpected and he has always just not eaten if he doesn’t like what is served. It has been pretty easy for me to manage.
Rhett(5) is a nightmare to feed. Every day it gets harder as he continues to cross things off his list of edible items:
white bread any bread toastwith the exception of Pepperidge Farms cinnamon swirl or brown sugar swirl cheese anything with bread or cheese jellywith the exception of grape syrupwith the exception of blueberry hamburgers hot dogs pizza…duh, it has cheese vegetableswith the exception of non-dressed lettuce and carrot sticks fruitswith the exception of oranges peeled and de-pulped and blueberries or grapes (please notice theme of jelly and syrup above) milk or soymilk
The boy lives on peanut butter, oatmeal and the occasional Morning Star Farms Chik Patty. Meanwhile, I am disguising cheese and substituting crackers for bread. Often I just give up when dinner rolls around and he has little to nothing acceptable to eat.
Last night I made pasta with meatballs and tomato sauce. Rhett looked at it very suspiciously, but was hungry.
It was either endure my homemade dinner or go hungry.
He took a bite.
And then another.
This is the best food I have ever had!
I put the left-overs away and fed them to him for lunch and then again dinner tonight. It was three most balanced meals he has had in a year.
While he was feasting on leftovers, the rest of the family was enjoying pierogies and mushrooms (NOT on the list of Rhett-accepted foods). I looked over to where Rhett was sitting in his usual seat at the kitchen counter which is above the silverware drawer…
…and noticed that he was a huge mess.
His face was covered with tomato sauce.
His drinking glass was no longer clear.
His hands were red.
A moment later I watched as he reached BOTH HANDS into his pasta and brought two fists-full up to his mouth.
Where is your fork?
He looked around his plate, his chair and then onto the floor and then looked up and replied…
I guess I just forgot to get one.